The cool water of the crystal-clear lagoon lapped gently at the shore, glittering like glass beneath the scalding sun.
Oberyn stood at the water's edge, silent at first. Then he began to undress - slowly and deliberately, confident in a way that felt more performative than practical. As he pulled his shirt over his head and let the damp fabric slide off his back, he flexed his toned muscles, showing off for Ezra.
His pale skin shimmered with sweat in the warm sun, his lithe frame lean and defined.
Ezra stared. He couldn't help it - the Nephilim was a work of art that begged to be admired.
Oberyn glanced over his shoulder, catching him. "You coming? Or are you just gonna stand there and melt?"
Ezra didn't answer. He was already pulling his own shirt over his head.
They stripped to bare skin, and Oberyn reached his hand for Ezra's. He let his human guide him along, their fingers interlocked as they approached the pool.
